Jaw Clenching
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5;30pm - Preparing to drive to Vegas to see Infected Mushroom perform live. Was experiencing a headache, felt sinus-related. Took 60mg Pseudoephedrine (Sudafed), 500mg Acetaminophen, 500mg Aspirin and 130mg caffeine. The last three were all in one pill. My first choice was just going to be the Sudafed and 2 or 3 Ibuprofen tablets, but I couldn't find the bottle of Ibuprofen.
5:30-9:00pm - My roommate/friend T. and I drive to Vegas. We're both really excited. T. just planned on drinking on this night, and I was planning on taking my one and only single dose of 2C-T-7 I had been saving for a special occasion. The dose was 33mg. I knew this was a high dosage, especially for the first time, but I have taken many different psychedelics over the years and I have always required a higher-than-normal dosage of the phenethylamine drugs (specifically the 2C-x and DO-x drugs). I had taken 2C-T-2 twice before and it was pretty good. Extremely visual, not too much mental alteration. Definite nausea and stimulant side-effects.
9:00-9:30pm - We got gas and tried to find out what time the club was going to open. Around 11:00pm was the best answer we could get. We found a good parking spot and started to walk around the strip.
9:30-10:00pm - We had a light dinner at Margaritaville. I swallowed the 33mg 2C-T-7 gel cap before we ordered. I figured it would be a good idea to take it with at least a little food with hopes that it might help reduce the nausea I was expecting to have during the onset. I started to feel my appetite being suppressed before I could even finish the very small amount of food I ordered.
10:00-11:00pm - After we were done eating we decided to walk around the strip for a bit before heading back to the club. Although I did feel an alert soon after I swallowed the gel cap, the onset was incredibly long and slow. I felt sort of a tingly feeling in my body and my mindset felt slightly altered. No nausea yet.
11:00pm-12:30pm - We got to the club and went inside. They were spinning hip hop in the room where you first come in. At first T. and I both thought this was the main (and only) area of the club. I was beginning to feel more and more nauseous at this point. I pretty much just sat in the corner next to a speaker and tried to wait it out. At one point I did run to the restroom because I thought I was going to vomit, but once I got there the feeling subsided.
12:30-1:30pm - After I came out of the bathroom, I was heading back to my spot in the corner next to the speaker when I hear T. call my name and say come over here! I think we were in the wrong spot! Turns out we completely missed the main area of the club. This is about when I really start to feel the effects from the 2C-T-7. Mainly the most intense psychedelic visuals I have experienced, ever. Way stronger than LSD or even DMT. As we head over to the main area where there was a DJ spinning some pretty cool sounding psy-dance I know that I still haven't even peaked yet. The lights they had on the dance floor were some of the trippiest I've ever seen. I really wanted to dance, but at this point the visuals were SO strong I had trouble seeing what was right in front of my face! I was afraid I was going to bump in to other people on the dance floor since my entire field of vision was almost completely fucked.
1:30-1:45pm - This was about the time when Infected Mushroom came up and started their performance. I was lost in a sea of psychedelic visuals, and my mind felt pretty far gone too. Things like dancing and enjoying the performance were starting to become really difficult. I remember about the first half of the first song they did, "Cities of the Future".
--- Complete Black-Out / No Memory ---
After this I have a very vague recollection of being in an ambulance and telling the paramedics that I felt very nauseous so they handed me a plastic thing to puke in which I did. I was very, very disoriented and confused. I didn't know what was going on around me.
--- Complete Black-Out / No Memory ---
The next thing I remember is being in the Emergency Room of a hospital. There were doctors asking me what I took. It was hard for me to respond but I eventually got the words "2C-T-7" out of my mouth. Baffled looks from the doctors. The handed me a pen / paper and told me to write it down. So then, I don't know how I did it, but I wrote down on the paper:
"2,5-DIMETHOXY-
4-PROPYLTHIOPHENETHYLAMINE"
More looks of "What the fuck?" from the doctors. Apparently around this time I requested Diazepam from the doctors. They assumed I was dependent on it, but really I just wanted something to calm my ass down!
The doctors then told me that I had a seizure and that I would have probably died if it wasn't for their treatment.
They requested a urine sample from me, but at the time my mouth was super dry and I really didn't feel like I had to go. One thing that was really good was that T. was sitting beside me the whole time in the ER. I asked the doctors for some water to drink so I could provide them with a urine sample. They didn't get me any and threatened to put a catheter in me if I refused to cooperate. I asked T. to go get me a bottle of water, but I guess he didn't want to, or didn't know where to get any. The doctors said they put a lot of fluid in my IV so I wouldn't have to drink water anyways.
Eventually I felt like I could go, so I did. About 30min to an hour after that I felt like i REALLY had to pee badly so I figured that the fluid they put in my IV had finally gone though me. And they all just thought I didn't want to give the a urine sample.
Anyways, I was then taken to get a CT scan and an MRI of my head. I asked the technician if that was really necessary, since I try to avoid X-Rays and radiation as much as possible, but he said that it is mandatory if you have had a seizure.
After that they took some blood to test as well. The urine test came back positive for THC, Opiates (i had poppy pod tea two nights before all this), and Benzos (I think I took a Valium sometime within a couple days before all this).
After all this time the doctors didn't know why I was still wide awake. I'm pretty sure they gave me IV diazepam on two different occasions, but I didn't want to be unconscious at that time. Many of the doctors were (understandably) quite bitter towards me. I tried to make it clear that I felt bad that because of a bad decision I made, they had to spend their time treating me instead of treating other people that had things wrong with them that probably couldn't have been prevented.
After a while I guess they felt I needed something stronger to knock my ass out. I asked what they were giving me and the doctor said "seroquel" and the reason was "to control the seizures". I immediately responded that Seroquel actually lowers the seizure threshold and is an anti-psychotic. I said I can understand why you'd give me that since it basically does the opposite thing to your brain that psychedelic drugs do, as well as it makes you tired, but the doctor just kind of gave me an annoyed look and walked away.
I heard in the background that the dose of Seroquel they gave me was considered dangerous by at least one of the doctors, but I guess they decided on that dose since I appeared to have a high tolerance to drugs that are supposed to knock you out. After they gave it to me, I heard one of the nurses say "Enjoy!"
The seroquel made me feel really nauseous when it first went into my IV. I almost vomited, but I restrained myself. I then felt very tired and unable to think clearly / comprehend what was going on well.
This was also the same time they brought a bunch of paperwork for me to sign. I told them that I felt too messed up from the Seroquel to comprehend what I was signing and that I also wanted an attorney present and that I wanted no further treatment.
I guess I ended up signing the papers anyways, despite me telling them this.
After a while I was feeling like I could leave and be fine. This is when one of the doctors said they wanted to move out of the ER into one of the rooms upstairs for further treatment and testing. I pretty much said no way. Their reasoning behind wanting to keep me was legitimate though. One of the blood tests or scans they did showed that there was evidence of a clot or fluid in my lungs.
This sounded extremely familiar to me. All the deaths I read about with 2C-T-7 pointed towards pulmonary edema as the cause of death. I felt fine though. I asked for copies of all the test results and just told them to let me go. I signed more stuff saying that they clearly informed me that it was against medical advice to leave, but I figured the D-Dimer test (the one that showed signs of a clot in my lungs) was taken when I first got there, and if it hasn't killed me by now it must be getting better and was not life-threatening.
T. drove me home and I felt like shit for the next few days.
I have no desire to take any drugs right now except for maybe poppy tea if I am in pain. Even with that I don't really want to, and still haven't to this day.
I'm pretty much writing this to let people know that no matter how much you think you know about drugs and how they effect your body, shit CAN and WILL happen. I was foolish to take a large dose of a drug I've never had before, that is known to be dangerous, in a public setting far from home. I was very lucky to have my roommate and friend T. with me because he basically never left my side, and said he tried to protect me from everyone while I was having the seizure on the dance floor.
I am REALLY bummed I missed the Infected Mushroom performance too. It seemed like it was pretty much the most bad ass show they've ever done. I've seen them live about 6 times now, and the Vegas show looked like it was going to be way better than any of the other shows I've been to.
Oh and now I also remember one of the nurses says that my blood pressure was ridiculously high and that I would probably die in 10 years if it stayed like that. I really hope it was just a temporary effect of the drug, but I am going to test it again pretty soon just to make sure I don't have hypertension at a very young age.
I'm probably leaving out quite a few details, but that's pretty much all I can remember right now.
substancecode_2ct7
explevel_firsttime
5:30-9:00pm - My roommate/friend T. and I drive to Vegas. We're both really excited. T. just planned on drinking on this night, and I was planning on taking my one and only single dose of 2C-T-7 I had been saving for a special occasion. The dose was 33mg. I knew this was a high dosage, especially for the first time, but I have taken many different psychedelics over the years and I have always required a higher-than-normal dosage of the phenethylamine drugs (specifically the 2C-x and DO-x drugs). I had taken 2C-T-2 twice before and it was pretty good. Extremely visual, not too much mental alteration. Definite nausea and stimulant side-effects.
9:00-9:30pm - We got gas and tried to find out what time the club was going to open. Around 11:00pm was the best answer we could get. We found a good parking spot and started to walk around the strip.
9:30-10:00pm - We had a light dinner at Margaritaville. I swallowed the 33mg 2C-T-7 gel cap before we ordered. I figured it would be a good idea to take it with at least a little food with hopes that it might help reduce the nausea I was expecting to have during the onset. I started to feel my appetite being suppressed before I could even finish the very small amount of food I ordered.
10:00-11:00pm - After we were done eating we decided to walk around the strip for a bit before heading back to the club. Although I did feel an alert soon after I swallowed the gel cap, the onset was incredibly long and slow. I felt sort of a tingly feeling in my body and my mindset felt slightly altered. No nausea yet.
11:00pm-12:30pm - We got to the club and went inside. They were spinning hip hop in the room where you first come in. At first T. and I both thought this was the main (and only) area of the club. I was beginning to feel more and more nauseous at this point. I pretty much just sat in the corner next to a speaker and tried to wait it out. At one point I did run to the restroom because I thought I was going to vomit, but once I got there the feeling subsided.
12:30-1:30pm - After I came out of the bathroom, I was heading back to my spot in the corner next to the speaker when I hear T. call my name and say come over here! I think we were in the wrong spot! Turns out we completely missed the main area of the club. This is about when I really start to feel the effects from the 2C-T-7. Mainly the most intense psychedelic visuals I have experienced, ever. Way stronger than LSD or even DMT. As we head over to the main area where there was a DJ spinning some pretty cool sounding psy-dance I know that I still haven't even peaked yet. The lights they had on the dance floor were some of the trippiest I've ever seen. I really wanted to dance, but at this point the visuals were SO strong I had trouble seeing what was right in front of my face! I was afraid I was going to bump in to other people on the dance floor since my entire field of vision was almost completely fucked.
1:30-1:45pm - This was about the time when Infected Mushroom came up and started their performance. I was lost in a sea of psychedelic visuals, and my mind felt pretty far gone too. Things like dancing and enjoying the performance were starting to become really difficult. I remember about the first half of the first song they did, "Cities of the Future".
--- Complete Black-Out / No Memory ---
After this I have a very vague recollection of being in an ambulance and telling the paramedics that I felt very nauseous so they handed me a plastic thing to puke in which I did. I was very, very disoriented and confused. I didn't know what was going on around me.
--- Complete Black-Out / No Memory ---
The next thing I remember is being in the Emergency Room of a hospital. There were doctors asking me what I took. It was hard for me to respond but I eventually got the words "2C-T-7" out of my mouth. Baffled looks from the doctors. The handed me a pen / paper and told me to write it down. So then, I don't know how I did it, but I wrote down on the paper:
"2,5-DIMETHOXY-
4-PROPYLTHIOPHENETHYLAMINE"
More looks of "What the fuck?" from the doctors. Apparently around this time I requested Diazepam from the doctors. They assumed I was dependent on it, but really I just wanted something to calm my ass down!
The doctors then told me that I had a seizure and that I would have probably died if it wasn't for their treatment.
They requested a urine sample from me, but at the time my mouth was super dry and I really didn't feel like I had to go. One thing that was really good was that T. was sitting beside me the whole time in the ER. I asked the doctors for some water to drink so I could provide them with a urine sample. They didn't get me any and threatened to put a catheter in me if I refused to cooperate. I asked T. to go get me a bottle of water, but I guess he didn't want to, or didn't know where to get any. The doctors said they put a lot of fluid in my IV so I wouldn't have to drink water anyways.
Eventually I felt like I could go, so I did. About 30min to an hour after that I felt like i REALLY had to pee badly so I figured that the fluid they put in my IV had finally gone though me. And they all just thought I didn't want to give the a urine sample.
Anyways, I was then taken to get a CT scan and an MRI of my head. I asked the technician if that was really necessary, since I try to avoid X-Rays and radiation as much as possible, but he said that it is mandatory if you have had a seizure.
After that they took some blood to test as well. The urine test came back positive for THC, Opiates (i had poppy pod tea two nights before all this), and Benzos (I think I took a Valium sometime within a couple days before all this).
After all this time the doctors didn't know why I was still wide awake. I'm pretty sure they gave me IV diazepam on two different occasions, but I didn't want to be unconscious at that time. Many of the doctors were (understandably) quite bitter towards me. I tried to make it clear that I felt bad that because of a bad decision I made, they had to spend their time treating me instead of treating other people that had things wrong with them that probably couldn't have been prevented.
After a while I guess they felt I needed something stronger to knock my ass out. I asked what they were giving me and the doctor said "seroquel" and the reason was "to control the seizures". I immediately responded that Seroquel actually lowers the seizure threshold and is an anti-psychotic. I said I can understand why you'd give me that since it basically does the opposite thing to your brain that psychedelic drugs do, as well as it makes you tired, but the doctor just kind of gave me an annoyed look and walked away.
I heard in the background that the dose of Seroquel they gave me was considered dangerous by at least one of the doctors, but I guess they decided on that dose since I appeared to have a high tolerance to drugs that are supposed to knock you out. After they gave it to me, I heard one of the nurses say "Enjoy!"
The seroquel made me feel really nauseous when it first went into my IV. I almost vomited, but I restrained myself. I then felt very tired and unable to think clearly / comprehend what was going on well.
This was also the same time they brought a bunch of paperwork for me to sign. I told them that I felt too messed up from the Seroquel to comprehend what I was signing and that I also wanted an attorney present and that I wanted no further treatment.
I guess I ended up signing the papers anyways, despite me telling them this.
After a while I was feeling like I could leave and be fine. This is when one of the doctors said they wanted to move out of the ER into one of the rooms upstairs for further treatment and testing. I pretty much said no way. Their reasoning behind wanting to keep me was legitimate though. One of the blood tests or scans they did showed that there was evidence of a clot or fluid in my lungs.
This sounded extremely familiar to me. All the deaths I read about with 2C-T-7 pointed towards pulmonary edema as the cause of death. I felt fine though. I asked for copies of all the test results and just told them to let me go. I signed more stuff saying that they clearly informed me that it was against medical advice to leave, but I figured the D-Dimer test (the one that showed signs of a clot in my lungs) was taken when I first got there, and if it hasn't killed me by now it must be getting better and was not life-threatening.
T. drove me home and I felt like shit for the next few days.
I have no desire to take any drugs right now except for maybe poppy tea if I am in pain. Even with that I don't really want to, and still haven't to this day.
I'm pretty much writing this to let people know that no matter how much you think you know about drugs and how they effect your body, shit CAN and WILL happen. I was foolish to take a large dose of a drug I've never had before, that is known to be dangerous, in a public setting far from home. I was very lucky to have my roommate and friend T. with me because he basically never left my side, and said he tried to protect me from everyone while I was having the seizure on the dance floor.
I am REALLY bummed I missed the Infected Mushroom performance too. It seemed like it was pretty much the most bad ass show they've ever done. I've seen them live about 6 times now, and the Vegas show looked like it was going to be way better than any of the other shows I've been to.
Oh and now I also remember one of the nurses says that my blood pressure was ridiculously high and that I would probably die in 10 years if it stayed like that. I really hope it was just a temporary effect of the drug, but I am going to test it again pretty soon just to make sure I don't have hypertension at a very young age.
I'm probably leaving out quite a few details, but that's pretty much all I can remember right now.
substancecode_2ct7
explevel_firsttime
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